It’s not in the whistle of a tea kettle or in seeing another face at sunrise
Or bare knees touching yours under an old wooden table—
It’s comfort food.
I ordered an autobiography with a side of hash.
And she explained to me how you lose a day when you sail around the world
but gain something else.
“My father gave me those years as a gift.”
She misses Yemen the most
and the salt(water.)
I am somewhat novel at cooking.